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You may know John Steinbeck’s „Travels with Charly“, now I will see Northern coasts with my dog. Once upon a time Sancho was transported with fourty other cocker spaniels: by bus they had crossed the border of Spain during night time and luckily found new homes. Without some courageous people Sancho would have died a lonesome death sponsored by fucking Spanish laws. We won’t travel the seven seas, but hopefully will have some fun running along white beaches, stealing cakes from local bakeries and chasing dragons. Sancho is not a big friend of water and waves, but he’s great in jumping into „strandkörbe“. And he’s a great talker, no kidding. After a long walk, he’s simply looking for the next place to rest, jumps into any deserted „strandkorb“ staying there without compromise. He closes his eyes and enters his dog dream world. Then I’m daydreaming, too. I will look at the sea with eyes half-closed. A melody’s crossing the blood barrier of my brain with ease. It’s a thrumming song. A fisherwoman frets over the safe return of the eponymous lover gone to sea „with my heartstrings entangled in your net“. Everyday lifes captured with wit and warmth. From Scotland with love!



2014 25 Jun

Shadows make heavy noises

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„Largs“ is a frantic jazz polka, all oompah, boom and bash, relaying the madness of a seaside town turned upside down by hords of city escapees on their annual holiday spree. So writes Graeme Thomson in the August issue of Uncut. „From Scotland With Love“ is the title of the forthcoming album of King Creosote. (Release date: July 17th, Gregory will be happy to read this, cause he’s the biggest fan of the Scotish King in South Germany). And though this track has an up-tempo feel and its turbulent passages, it parallels another song from the past, Robert Wyatt’s „The Sight of the Wind“ (on „Dondestan“) with its portrait of a desolate Spanish seaside village turned upside down by hordes of city escapees. But on Robert’s album, the holiday season is over, it’s siesta time, the city has fallen asleep at high noon, and the shadows make heavy noises in dreams that will soon be forgotten.

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